Salem witch trials

The prosecutor looked at me. His eyes burning for an execution. People now-a-days were hanging happy. It was like a play for them to watch and fill their minds with. The verdict for me……witchcraft. Never done it once in my life and yet I'm in court for it today, and the jury of my peers is watching my every move. I looked over at them and the lead girl smiles at me, that smile I despise. It's one of those smiles that makes you wish you could smack it off.

"You have been found guilty of witchcraft." I looked at the judge. "If you confess now and tell us the other witches in the village then you will be free." He finished.

This whole witchcraft hysteria started with a girl named, Penelope. She's the reason I'm in this position.

I looked at my mother who was balling uncontrollably in the pew. I wasn't a witch! "How am I supposed to confess when I have nothing to confess to?" I asked as politely as possible.

"She is a witch you see she isn't confessing!" Penelope screamed standing up and pointing at me. That didn't make sense to me.

I turned back to the judge looking him in the eye. "I am not a witch." I said calmly. Suddenly Penelope tumbled out the jury box and collapsed on the floor kicked at the air.

"She has me, she has me by the throat, it's her specter!" she screamed holding onto her throat with her hands.

"She's choking herself." I said watching the whole thing unfold.

"Why? Why are you doing this to me Kora?" she asked.

"I'm not doing it to you." I said rolling my eyes.

"Dose the defendant plead guilty or not guilty to practicing witchcraft?" the prosecutor asked.

"Not guilty." I said confidently.

He frowned. "Under God and the village of Salem we pronounce you-" I shut my eyes hoping my honesty would give me a break. "Guilty, you are to be hung by dawn."

I felt anger rise up for the girls. If I was being hung then I had nothing to lose.

I turned and lunged at Penelope and the girls. I grabbed her hair throwing her to the ground. The other girls screamed as I hit her over and over again before some of the men had to pull me away to the make-shift jail house they made crudely.

I had no regrets. There was no point in praying to God I was a "witch" after all. I didn't sleep and didn't touch my last meal. Penelope was going to pay for my suffering for the past two days.

Dawn came quickly, and I was ready for it. I was going to give them what they wanted.

Once up on the plat form, I started to chant and they quickly put a black cover over my face, but I kept chanting, my tone getting lower and higher until I screamed it. Even though I couldn't see Penelope's face I could imagine the look of horror disfiguring it. I smiled but kept chanting. Going through my 18 years on God's earth my life wasn't so bad leading up to this climax.

Then the time came I was told to give my last words. I chanted some random phrases, not sure myself what I was saying and looked at Penelope who looked like she was going to pee herself and said, "I'm going to come back for you Penelope, God nor the Devil can stop me for doing my will." I smiled and laughed as crazily as possible before I felt a boot connect with the small of my back and the last thing I heard was my neck snap.